The fire sadly lit up the night city, which was broken and the horizon gradually darkened.
At that glance, you smiled like a epiphyllum, and then it faded.
The blood wind tore the flag, and the lights at the head of the city finally went out.
I can't see your high head and contemptuous eyes.
The burnt butterfly broke its branches and leaves.
Frozen sadness before derailment.
Blood flowed through the ears of the strip, and the war did not stop.
The guarded gate sobbed in the heavy rain.
Years later, a page of history still says this night.
Bluestone has been dyed in Where Are You Going for a long time.
What you hear is ruined.
Gentle, decisive, falling and swaying.
Suddenly, I bid farewell to the fading night.
Wash away all sins before dawn.
Someone calls your name until your voice is hoarse.
If the soul can perceive the grave and never forget it.
I don't remember rain or shine. I've seen flowers bloom and fall.
Gradually recall the difference between joy and hate.
The surname of the city has been rewritten, and I am still here to watch the night.
What are you waiting for to break through the ground and become a butterfly?
It is fate that is known as an illusion in reincarnation.
The fire tore through the sky and the stars poured down.
The horseshoe crushed the fallen leaves, and the corner was endless.
Blood is rolling down, so is dust.
It's too far away to see the coming.
At the end of memory, the wind is still cold.
Buried bones and blood have sunk into the night.
The past is cold and drifting with the flow.
I remember the first snow in the city after the sun, the moon and the cicada.
The drizzle on the eaves stopped in the first season.
Hide the ancient vows with the most simple words
Spring breeze is greener than willow leaves. You used to laugh naively.
It's too far away to see the coming.
At the end of memory, the wind is still cold.
Buried bones and blood have sunk into the night.
The past is cold and drifting with the flow.
I remember the first snow in the city after the sun, the moon and the cicada.
The drizzle on the eaves stopped in the first season.
Hide the ancient vows with the most simple words
Spring breeze is greener than willow leaves. You used to laugh naively.
Crossing the wilderness against the wind, it is too late to say goodbye.
Forget all the timidity before dawn.
From now on, I will see the world for you with my eyes.
Cloud Wan Li Mountain, the ends of the earth, the city that never sleeps.
Vaguely the first quarter moon at the gate of the old season.
The white figure is as clear as water at night.
Lend me a moment to see you, really.
Flowers bloom into snow behind them, and they don't fade in the moonlight.
try one's best
The sword, spear and halberd are hoarse.
Who will take you to see the fighting outside the city?
Seven-fold gauze clothes spattered with white gauze and blood.
Enemy at the Gates's Sixth Army won't send it.
But goodbye is life and death.
At that time, it was thousands of times around the red line.
For others, the difference between thought and marriage
That scar. Whose old scar?
You can still drink tea quietly.
Crush this bustling fireworks.
A painting stained with blood
How to fight a little cinnabar on your forehead?
Covering the whole world.
Always just prosperity.
Flowers dyed red with green blood
I just want to see you cry again.
Listen to the silence of the sword
This tall building is dying and falling down.
It means peach blossom, a lifelong killer.
Who calculated the divination for you?
The perfect romance is not false.
Pipa plays on the west side of Hualou.
Warm air is everywhere. Who is in the spirit?
Color gives the soul and upside down glory.
Refuse to shine on wax.
Say you love flowers rather than childhood friends.
Finally, forget the divination.
I always protect you from the wind and rain.
The bright moon lit up the horizon.
Who finally got the cockroach?
Jiangshan neighing war horse
The silent voice in your arms
The wind blows through heaven and earth.
Hua Rong thanked her and became king of the world.
Climb the Nine Towers
Watching the shooting stars whisper all night.
Go back to that moment
Silent years are also terrible.
Dead vines will grow branches.
It turns out that time passes very lightly.
Dreaming upstairs and under the moon
You are still standing there.
Brush the snowflakes off the clothes.
Look at the vastness of the world side by side
Go back to that moment
Silent years are also terrible.
Dead vines will grow branches.
It turns out that time passes very lightly.
Dreaming upstairs and under the moon
You are still standing there.
Brush the snowflakes off the clothes.
Look at the vastness of the world side by side
Dreaming upstairs and under the moon
You are still standing there.
Brush the snowflakes off the clothes.
Look at the vastness of the world side by side
Different feelings
Lyrics: Yuan
Composer: River Map
Original song: river map
The great dividing line between god and demon is full of darkness.
The memory of the drifting away of the ice flower lingers.
Who can not expect to make that oath in their hearts?
A person crosses the mainland at both ends of the motherland.
The jokes that once appeared are gone now.
Whose tears are dripping beside the crystal coffin beside her?
The wind blew away the troubles.
Have dreams ever changed?
A never-ending movement
Who is shouting in the ear?
The wind wrote down the wish of this life.
Dreams record the vows of this life.
Whisper in a dream
Expectation for farewell
Biya's beautiful and broad front.
What I can't forget is the smiling face of Yongheng Zhang.
At this time, the floating roses are as bright as blood.
Standing on the top of mankind, hiding people's eyes and ears.
What I promised in my heart was to disturb the world.
Swing a sword in a dream to cut off the gloomy sky
The wind blew away the troubles.
Have dreams ever changed?
A never-ending movement
Who is shouting in the ear?
The wind wrote down the wish of this life.
Dreams record the vows of this life.
Whisper in a dream
Expectation for farewell
The endless battle of the sword
People can't stop expecting it.
With the inner cry
A dusty face
Sword is a man's expectation.
Have people changed?
The plan in my heart is cut off.
A gloomy sky
The plan in my heart is cut off.
Hanyiqu
Word: ending
Sing: River map
Who beats the cold clothes when the moonlight is thin?
Look at the horizon and think of your hometown.
It snowed all night, and the north wind was urgent.
Thousands of miles away, heart to heart.
Hua Rong Meng sai Qiang di
War is not a crime. The bonfire burned for several seasons.
The north wind blows in Guan Shanxue tonight.
Thousands of miles away, heart to heart.
Is this life accompanied or cherished in the afterlife?
Why can't you understand this difficult problem?
I didn't remember it silently until I suddenly looked back.
Who is the only shadow of Tianya Road?
Know your heart, send cold clothes a thousand miles away.
If you can go back to your hometown.
Tonight, the voices around me are transmitted frequently and eagerly.
The blood-stained yellow sand is dead.
The moonlight is oblique today, like dusk.
Snowflakes are flying, seeking returns.
The night is more leaking, no tears.
Green silk becomes snow, entrusted by the earth.
You can't die if you live, just like love.
One day you will understand this difficult problem.
From now on, I will be divided into two places.
The appearance of Qianshan in memory under the snowy moon
Is this life accompanied or cherished in the afterlife?
Why can't you understand this difficult problem?
I didn't remember it silently until I suddenly looked back.
Who is the only shadow of Tianya Road?
From now on, I will be divided into two places.
The appearance of Qianshan in memory under the snowy moon
Who wears cold clothes when the moonlight is thin?
The soul of Tianya Road returns to its hometown.
There is no snow, no sunshine, no sadness and joy tonight.
Look at each other, the wind is good.
Wei Long
Eternal moonlight on the palm of your hand
The desolation of the wound that was laughed off.
Looking forward to being on your side.
You were born a dragon.
Remember that your name is Yanhuang.
Sunset on the battlefield
Time flows quietly beside the broken blade.
Chapter 12 Tattooing You, Looking at the Sacrifice in the Distance
The Yellow River and the Yangtze River are full of blood.
It's your innate publicity
The wind and rain have worn away the red walls and green tiles.
Danqing leaves tomorrow's yellow flowers.
In Chinese characters, the ink is warm and moist.
Performance of intergenerational inheritance
Rise and fall, honor and disgrace mottled cheeks.
Thousands of years later, I washed lead China.
The stuck soil is under your feet.
A firm answer
Sunset on the battlefield
Time flows quietly beside the broken blade.
Chapter 12 Tattooing You, Looking at the Sacrifice in the Distance
The Yellow River and the Yangtze River are full of blood.
It's your innate publicity
The wind and rain have worn away the red walls and green tiles.
Danqing leaves tomorrow's yellow flowers.
In Chinese characters, the ink is warm and moist.
Performance of intergenerational inheritance
Rise and fall, honor and disgrace mottled cheeks.
Thousands of years later, I washed lead China.
The stuck soil is under your feet.
A firm answer
The wind and rain have worn away the red walls and green tiles.
Danqing leaves tomorrow's yellow flowers.
In Chinese characters, the ink is warm and moist.
Performance of intergenerational inheritance
Rise and fall, honor and disgrace mottled cheeks.
Thousands of years later, I washed lead China.
The stuck soil is under your feet.
A firm answer
Hide the eternal moonlight in your heart
The desolation in the chest that never looks back
Looking forward to standing here with you.
Remember what it looks like to be born as a dragon.
Remember my name is Yanhuang.